Women at war

Shumeyko (Shapkarina) Anna Nikolaevna. Budapest, Hungary. April 5, 1945 "Dear beloved mother. This photo will remind you of my work. I'm sitting by the wounds. Major, I'm reading him a book. Memory in the days of the Patriotic War. Budapest. Hungary. 5/IV-45 Anya".

Pechenaya P. E. Snapshot of the great Patriotic war .Hungary.1945/

Rudyak Leonida Savvichna_x000D_ _x000D_ Military service: military medical staff. Rudyak Leonida Savvichna was born in 1922. When the war broke out, Leonida went to the military enlistment office and asked to be sent to the front, as she was working as a nurse and was liable for military service. After receiving a referral to Rostov-on-don, to a hospital, my grandmother saw with her own eyes what German shelling from planes and bombing were like, then she was slightly wounded, and lost several of her friends – young girls-nurses like her. Then she worked for a long time in a hospital in Astrakhan, where severely wounded soldiers were brought there. She had to work two shifts, and she didn't have enough food, clothes, and shoes. It was very difficult to be in a strange city in such conditions, far from the family. When the hospital moved closer to the front line, Leonida Savvichna had to live in dugouts in the woods near Stalingrad in the midst of a historic battle. She said that even at night it was light from the fire of exploding shells, and the roar was simply indescribable! During the war, Leonida Savvichna visited many cities. When her hospital came under the command of the Polish army, she even took part in the liberation of Poland from the Nazis, and received many orders and medals for her services in battle. According to Leonida's stories, she was very scared, she remembered that some images from the war times still stand before her eyes, as if everything was quite recent. This war left marks not only on her body, but also in her soul left a deep indelible mark. During this war, Leonida Savvichna met a beautiful young pilot Viktor Fomich, who later became her husband. They fell in love, but they had to fight in different cities, so they wrote letters to each other. Interestingly, when Viktor asked Leonida Savvichna what city she was in, and this was secret information, she answered something like this:"the First letter of the name of this city is the first letter of my sister's name, the second letter of the name of this city is the first letter of your mother's name... etc."

Rudenko Maria Dmitrievna_x000D_ _x000D_ Rank: Foreman. Branch of service: army, air force (except marine aviation), the coast guard, the troops of the NKVD border troops. Maria DMITRIEVNA RUDENKO was born on April 15, 1921 in Altai region, Znamensky district, village of the Donskoy. She lived in the village Lobanovo Danilovsky district of the Volgograd region. Member of the Komsomol since 1942 Called up to the red army in 1941. On the front since June 6, 1942, the Rank: Sergeant, then foreman of the medical service. Position: ward nurse of mobile field hospital No. 4185 in the 8th Guards Army. Awards: order of the Patriotic war II degree.(1985), medal "For defense of Stalingrad" (1943), medal "For military Merit" (25.06.1944 g), "For victory over Germany in the great Patriotic war 1941-1945" (1946), "Twenty years of Victory in the great Patriotic war of 1941-1945", "Thirty years of Victory in the great Patriotic war of 1941-1945", "Forty years of Victory in the great Patriotic war 1941-1945" "Fifty years of Victory in the great Patriotic war of 1941-1945", "Sixty years of Victory in the great Patriotic war of 1941-1945», "Seventy years of Victory in the great Patriotic war of 1941-1945", " Fifty years Of the armed forces of the USSR "(1968)," Sixty years of The armed forces of the USSR "(1978)," Seventy years of The armed forces of the USSR " (1988), Zhukov medal. From the award document of 1943 for the medal "for the defense of Stalingrad": "... medical service Sergeant Rudenko Maria Dmitrievna participated in the battle of Stalingrad from June 1942 to 02.02.1943. In July 1942, she worked in the Kalach area in the reinforcement group at the Mobile field Hospital-80 during massive enemy air raids." From the award list of November 20, 1943 for the medal "for military merit": "... Comrade Rudenko, during the deployment of the hospital on the right Bank of the Dnieper the village of Voiskovaya, worked from 27.10.1943 to 20.11.1943 alone, permanently, without sleep or rest, provided full implementation of doctor's appointments, care and feeding of 500 seriously wounded. For his dedicated service to the wounded since June 1942, she has received a number of verbal commendations and letters of thanks from the wounded. Worthy of the government award: the medal "for military merit". Head of PPG No. 4185: Nikonov". Memoirs of a veteran in 1975: "In 1941, she graduated from medical school and was drafted into the red Army, in a military mobile field hospital, which was formed in the city of Stalingrad. Our hospital was attached to the 62nd guard’s army under the command of General V. I. Chuikov. As part of the army, we went all the way from Stalingrad to Berlin. Our army participated in the liberation of Ukraine, Belarus, and Poland. Already on the territory of Germany, when crossing the Oder river, there were heavy battles. Our hospital was deployed 18 kilometers from Berlin, and we received soldiers who were wounded directly during the storming of the Nazi capital. A few words about our front-line life. During the fighting, we, the medics, sometimes she did not sleep for days, as the wounded came in a continuous stream, and they needed our help. I was an operating nurse. During the war, tens of thousands of our wounded soldiers passed through our mobile field hospital. And each of them had to be taken, washed of blood and dirt, given medical care, performed surgery and sent to the rear for treatment. When there were small breaks from fighting, we studied small arms-a rifle, a machine gun, a submachine gun. To ensure that, if necessary, each nurse can protect wounded soldiers. We also knew how to handle grenades. Despite the military actions, the hospital organized amateur performances. We organized concerts for the wounded: we sang, danced, and read poetry, trying to cheer them up and raise their spirits. And all in order for them to recover faster and return to service." The last battle of the military nurse of the Stalingrad hospital ended on May 9, 1945 in Berlin. Today, a resident of the city of Volzhsky, a war veteran Maria Dmitrievna Rudenko, as she herself says, is a special day. Every year, on the eve of Victory Day, she comes to the monument to fallen soldiers in the civil and great Patriotic wars to lay flowers to those who fell for our Motherland. "It is my duty to honor the memory of the victims," she is convinced. "This is the duty of those who survived thanks to the millions of Soviet soldiers who died in battle." For nurse Rudenko, who spent the entire great Patriotic war as part of the Stalingrad field mobile hospital No. 4185, the battle for the return of front-line soldiers to service continued until the day of the great Victory, which she and the hospital met in Berlin, reports ia "Height 102". With her hospital, which was located in the village of Kuibyshev in the sredneakhtubinsky district, and this place, according to her, was determined by Marshal Georgy Zhukov himself, she went through the roads of war, saving the lives of thousands of Soviet soldiers. "The main thing was that every wounded soldier and commander knew that there was a "sister" who would never leave in trouble, " she says. She remembers how many tears she shed over those who could not be saved. Once the chief doctor of the hospital said to her: "Masha, you will not have enough tears to mourn everyone so much, feel sorry for yourself, the whole war is still ahead." And she was sorry. She drinks Valerian and goes back to the operating table. Surgeries, bandages, more surgeries. As soon as the last one was bandaged, it was time for the first one. The nurses didn't leave the hospital for days. Medals "for the defense of Stalingrad", "for military merit" - the most expensive for a veteran-likes to consider his favorite great-granddaughter Masha, great-granddaughter of Victory, who will soon be 5 years old. For the 94th anniversary of her great-grandmother, whom the girl calls a hero, she drew her portrait. "This is the most expensive gift today - such attention to me," says Maria Dmitrievna Rudenko. Volgograd. 2015. PS: 94-year-old war veteran Maria Dmitrievna Rudenko from Volzhsky-a sister from a field hospital-was brought to the military parade in Volgograd in a special car. At six in the morning, the veteran was already in full dress at the entrance, but on the way to the square of Fallen fighters, she visited Mamayev Kurgan, where her comrades are buried, and laid carnations on their graves. By the way, Maria Dmitrievna Rudenko received a personal invitation to attend the parade after a material about this heroic woman was published on the website of the news Agency "Height 102" before May 9. Before that, the war veteran was not invited to official events dedicated to the great Victory for more than 10 years.

Revazova Vera Aleksandrovna_x000D_ _x000D_ Her name, the wounded soldiers repeated even in delirium. The name is probably given to a person for a reason. And the nurse Vera revazova, indeed, was in a hurry to help at the first call, pulling the wounded from the battlefield. A guardian angel with a medical bag at her side, she will forever remain in the memory of those whom she saved, to whom she gave her blood. Vera Revazova was born and raised in a simple peasant family with many children, in the village of Krasnogor, Ardon district. After finishing seven years, she entered medical school. I didn't study for long. The girl, who had just learned to provide first aid, had to "finish her training" at the front, where she got to after correcting the year of birth in the Komsomol ticket. She was eager to go to war, where her five brothers had gone before her, and she wanted to be useful to the Motherland. In Zmeyskaya village, in his native Ossetia, began her military journey. Vera received her baptism of fire near Mozdok on the night of December 31, 1942 to January 1, 1943. And the war ended for the brave nurse in Berlin and Prague, after which she had a chance to fight in Japan. From Zmeiskaya to Drohobych, Vera Alexandrovna fought as part of the 314th medical battalion of the 271st rifle division, and then, as a major in the medical service, in aviation, as part of the 13th medical battalion of the 2nd guards airborne division. Vera Revazova, a participant in the battles on the southern, North Caucasus, 1st and 4th Ukrainian fronts, holder of the order of the Patriotic war II degree, red Star, awarded many medals, honorary donor, Since 1946 worked in various medical institutions of Vladikavkaz, engaged in Patriotic education of young people.

Rudenko (Vladykina) Maria Dmitrievna_x000D_ _x000D_ She was born in 1924 in the village of Lobanovo, Danilovsky district of the Volgograd region. Rank: red army soldier. Branch of service: army, air force (except marine aviation), the coast guard, the troops of the NKVD border troops. Before the war, Maria Dmitrievna Rudenko-Vladykina and her older sister lived and studied in Stalingrad. They made life plans, but the war destroyed everything. My sister was immediately called to the front in July (the medical school where she studied had an early release of nurses), and in the fall my father also went to the front. Maria continued to study at the pedagogical College. In the autumn, the city began to build defensive lines. Together with others, she worked on digging a pit for military installations in the garden of the drama theater named after M. Gorky. Then they dug trenches. But the anti-tank ditch was dug when it was already cold, the ground was frozen, and they, the stalingraders, beat the ground with crowbars, threw it up, and it crumbled… - And how I wanted to eat, - recalls Maria Dmitrievna, - I can't even describe. You sit and cry and nibble on the crumbs of these 400 grams of bread - and you won't see how you eat it. And we had to dig, we understood that well, and we all worked hard. But then I could not imagine that we will face that I, a girl, before leaving the army I led into the field the harvester to remove the bread under the troubled sky of Stalingrad that women farmers in the winter of 1943 will thresh the bread that two weeks master the lathe and will work as a Turner in Loboykovka MTS that will fight with the enemy and go from Stalingrad to the Oder, liberating Ukraine, Poland, will face close to the death and remain alive. Memoirs of a veteran in 1975: "in 1943, immediately after the final exams at the pedagogical school, at the call of the Central Committee of the Komsomol, I went to the front. My personal combat path began from the walls of Stalingrad in the 19th Separate battalion of the VNOS, which was part of the 62nd guard’s army under the command of General V. I. Chuikov. I was an observer-telephone operator and at the same time a Komsomol group member, a member of the Komsomol active part, edited the "Battle sheet" and wrote my front-line notes in the newspaper of our part. The task of the air defense observers was to warn the battery of a raid by enemy aircraft and prevent an attack on the protected object and further to the rear of the country. That is why we had to know all the types of German planes, Soviet planes and other countries that were in service with our army and be able to distinguish them by the noise of the engine. This was especially important at night, when the plane itself is invisible. It was also necessary to have a good knowledge of the device and the principle of operation of telephone sets used in the army, so that if necessary, any malfunction could be eliminated quickly and independently. We also had to be able to build a telephone line on our own and repair damage to it. Here is an example. There were battles for the liberation of the city of Dnepropetrovsk. Our unit stood on the protection of the railway, along which trains with manpower, military equipment and fuel were moving near Dnepropetrovsk. Dark autumn night. Drizzling rain, mud, slush. Another German air RAID began. And on the road, there was a train with fuel for military equipment. We sent a report to the RP on the signal "Air" and our anti-aircraft gunners met with fire. However, one Henkel 111 aircraft managed to break through and drop a bomb that hit the main tank of the train, but the locomotive drivers and the soldiers accompanying the train were able to quickly unhook and pull the burning tank from the main train, and at this moment we lost communication. I was given the task to restore the connection immediately. Our telephone cable ran from the observation post, which was located in an open field, along the village, then passed through a small river overgrown with reeds, then through the cemetery, forest belt and connected to the main line at the railway. I immediately went to complete the task. I walked, getting bogged down in the mud, meter by meter probing the cable, looking for damage, waded across the river, filled my boots with water, crossed the cemetery and almost at the railway found a wire break, repaired the damage and returned back. It was only when she entered the dugout that she felt the cold on her hands and the icy water on her booted feet. I would also like to describe such an episode from front-line life, when we crossed the bug river and entered the territory of Poland, a detachment of our female fighters passed through the city of Holmes, and Polish citizens greeted us with admiration and cheers. And you know what an indescribable feeling was in the soul of each of us! It is a great joy and pride for our Soviet Army, for our people, who drove out the fascist evil spirits from their land and continues to expel them from the enslaved countries of Europe, that we, Soviet girl soldiers, together with everyone participate in this great historical event." She served in the 19th separate battalion of the VNOS, which was part of the 62nd army under the command of V. I. Chuikov. She was a telephone operator. More than once it was necessary, risking life, with a coil and a machine gun in hands under attacks of fascists to establish communication between command posts… This happened in November 1944 in Poland. Then they were in the Lublin Voivodeship. The command instructed Maria Dmitrievna to deliver a secret package. We had to go through the forest. There was only one danger – to run into Akovtsy-Polish nationalists. And so, it happened: in the woods towards her came four home army soldiers with guns. She quickly buried the bag in the sand. The knowledge of the Ukrainian language and the fact that Maria Dmitrievna was dressed like a village saved her. In July 1945, the girls of the 19th battalion, including her, were demobilized. In August, Maria Dmitrievna came to visit relatives in the village of Chernukha. And since October 1945, she began to study in absentia at the Arzamas pedagogical school, then at the Arzamas teachers ' Institute (Gorky region). At the same time, she began working as a primary school teacher in the village of Verizki, and three years later she was transferred to the Motovilovsky school, where she worked until retirement. Maria Dmitrievna raised two sons: Alexander followed in her footsteps, works in one of the schools of Arzamas as a head teacher, and Mikhail, who graduated from MAI, works in Nizhny Novgorod, artistic Director of the Motovilovsky house of culture. Village Motovilova Arzamas district of Nizhny Novgorod oblast. Awards: order of the Patriotic war II degree (1985), "for the victory over Germany in the great Patriotic war of 1941-1945" (1946), "Twenty years of Victory in the great Patriotic war of 1941-1945", "Thirty years of Victory in the great Patriotic war of 1941-1945", "Forty years of Victory in the great Patriotic war of 1941-1945", "fifty years of Victory in the great Patriotic war of 1941-1945", Zhukov medal, "Fifty years Of the armed forces of the USSR"(1968), "Sixty years of the armed forces of the USSR" (1978), "seventy years of the armed forces of the USSR" (1988).

Rodionova (Slavorosova) Anna Nikolaevna_x000D_ _x000D_ She was born in 1902 in Vologda in a family of middle-class citizens. The eldest daughter in a family with 5 girls and 1 boy. She met her husband Alexander Filippovich Rodionov when she was a nurse in the 6th Army, which was advancing to Arkhangelsk. She became the wife of an officer, sharing a nomadic lifestyle with him. Since 1932, the family lived in Pskov. At the time of the war, they were in winter apartments in the city and were going to spend the summer in Belostok to visit her husband (after graduation, their eldest daughter Tamara). 2 weeks after the start of the war, the Germans occupied Pskov and began repressive measures against the families of the command staff, who were caught and shot, imprisoned and driven to the West. Anna Nikolaevna did not escape this fate and in 1942 was taken by the Germans to prison. Daughter Tamara was sent to a concentration camp in Gdansk, and Anna Nikolaevna herself, with her daughter Vera, 7 years old, and her infant daughter Nadezhda, was taken to the Baltic States to the town of Yampels, where she was forced to work with her children. At the end of March 1945, they were released from captivity by the Red Army. They returned to peaceful life in Pskov, where the house was destroyed, there was no housing and they were sheltered by the monks of the Cathedral on the territory of the Pskov monastery. Anna Nikolaevna was looking for her husband with all her might. After the war, she met a family friend, and he said to her: - Anya, give up all hope. It was all over on June 22, 1941. This was another blow to her. After going through all the torments of captivity, it was necessary to raise the rescued children and learn to live again. She never got married again, and she gave all of herself to her daughters. Rodionova Marina, granddaughter.

Ryabova Elena Ivanovna_x000D_ _x000D_ Unfortunately, we don't have any front-line photos of my mother. But my mother told us, her children, a lot about front-line life. And it was sad and painful to listen to how much they had to endure and experience in those difficult years. Before she entered the communications school, she and her family (her mother's father had already died) - her sisters and mother-lived in Voronezh, and when the Nazis bombed Voronezh, she and her classmates dug trenches and dropped incendiary bombs from the roofs of houses. She had to see with her own eyes how a German pilot with stars on the sides of the plane bombed a children's sanatorium. She had already been evacuated to the military communications school. The courses were short-term and she got into the signal regiment 92 of Marshal Chuikov's army. She worked on a Morse machine, transmitting and receiving ciphers. It was hard to lose your friends and fellow soldiers. During the bombings, we had to crawl to find broken wires to restore communication. Fortunately, my mother didn't have any injuries other than a concussion. The shrapnel will break the top of the boot, the bullets will break through the radio. It so happened that my mother developed "chicken blindness" and she almost did not see anything at dusk. So, she was sent to the field kitchen to help the cook deliver food to the trenches in field thermos bottles, of course, they were heavy, and my mother had to carry them behind her back. One day she got to the trench, and in the thermos flasks except for the scanty grounds there was nothing, because the thermos flasks were pierced by bullets, and my mother did not have a single wound. With her regiment, my mother reached Konigsberg, from where she was demobilized.

Rodionova Margarita Gennadievna_x000D_ _x000D_ She was born on March 1, 1924 in Yelabuga, Tatar ASSR in the family of a teacher. She spent his childhood in Siberia and on the Volga river in Sengiley, Ulyanovsk region. From the 10th grade, she volunteered for the front. She graduated from the school of signalmen in Nikolaev and from 1942 served as a radio operator at the Novorossiysk naval base of the black sea fleet. Out of 225 days, 202 days fought on Malaya Zemlya near Novorossiysk. Participated in the battles on Taman, to liberate the hero cities of Kerch and Sevastopol. She was discharged in 1945 and returned to Sengiley. She worked for a local newspaper. In 1951, she arrived in the Kaliningrad region. She worked in regional newspapers, on radio and television, and in the newspaper "Strazh Baltiki". From early childhood, she wrote poetry. The first poem was published in the district newspaper in 1935. She also wrote poems at the front, which were published in army Newspapers. The first story was published in the 50s. The first book "Flying birds of passage" about the work of ornithologists on the Curonian spit was published in 1963. The story "the Girl goes to war" was published in Kaliningrad (1974), then in Moscow (1980). It is based on the facts of the author's own biography. The heroine of the story, Nina Morozova, like Margarita Rodionova herself, went to the front as a seventeen-year-old girl, served in the black sea fleet, participated in the battles for Malaya Zemlya. The story immediately became incredibly popular, and the writer received real recognition. Margarita Rodionova were published under the pseudonyms M. Volodin, Raisa Dianova, N. Ilieva, R. Margaretten, R. Mikhailov, R. Polyakova. Since 1962, member of the Union of journalists of the USSR. In 1975, she was admitted to the Union of writers of the USSR and became a member of the literary Fund of the USSR. She was awarded with medals. She died on September 28, 1998. In 2004 in Kaliningrad, a memorial plaque is installed on the house where M. G. Rodionova lived.

Ryabukha Evdokia Grigorievna_x000D_ _x000D_ Crimean Joan Of Arc she was burned alive on March 19, 1944 near Simferopol, when the liberation of the city was less than a month away-the Nazis were driven out of here on April 13. They did not burn it in a furnace, like 8 thousand prisoners of the death camp, which was set up on the territory of the state farm "Krasny" near Simferopol. Few people know about it, but the stoves there were the same as in Buchenwald and Auschwitz! She was burned demonstratively, at the stake, because she was a Soviet intelligence officer, and her fellow countrymen gave her to the Nazis. This high feat is not marked by any awards. The place where she was put to death and then buried is not known. In vain the inconsolable mother Nina Pavlovna searched for her daughter's grave. The funeral was brought in mid-July, when the trail had already cooled, and the intelligence archives either did not survive, or did not lead them at all in that hell. In the death notice sent from Varenikovsky district military Commissariat to the name of the scout's father, Grigory Vasilyevich Ryabukha, her death is said sparingly and dryly, and even with an error in the surname (it is written "Fedorenko Evdokia Grigoryevna", and it should be – " Fedorchenko»): "Your daughter, red army soldier so-and-so in the battle for the Socialist Homeland, loyal to the military oath, showing heroism and courage, died on March 19, 1944. She was buried with military honors in the Simferopol region of the Crimean ASSR." And below in large letters it is reported that "this notice is a document for initiating a petition for a pension" and there are two signatures - the district military Committee of captain Golovach and the head of the 1st part of Lieutenant Pertsevoy. Such sweeping, squiggly ones! Why didn't you, fellow commanders, save the girl from a terrible death? After all, she loved German lessons, it was well given to her at school, and her friends were from Russified Germans whose ancestors moved to the South of Russia at the invitation of Catherine the Second. They were Russified, but they did not forget their native language, they spoke it at home. And Dusya practiced with them. Good German came in handy when the Nazi invaders entered the village: she got a job at the commandant's office as an interpreter to gather intelligence. Mission impossible with the partisan movement in Gostagayevskaya from the very beginning did not set. Steppe and steppe all around, you can see anyone at a glance, and on the hills of the North Caucasus foothills is not a forest, but so – woodlands. The commander of the partisan detachment – my grandfather Ivan Aleksandrovich Kovalev, the Nazis seized on a tip from traitors in this mountain forest near the village almost immediately. He hasn't even had time to put together a squad yet! They tortured him in the former school building and shot him a few days later. I don't know how he did it, but before he died, he managed to pass the card he carried in his breast pocket to his family. Fresh, just a month before taken by my grandmother. She stands on it 30-year-old, with a stern face, lifting higher 2-year-old dad and putting his arm around the shoulders of his 7-year-old brother, who looks at the camera with fear. On the back, in the teacher's handwriting, is written: "10 / VIII-42 years old. Photographed in the middle of the war. I don't know if I can survive it! Remember sometimes your wife and children Borya and Vova." Anapa Khatyn. So it turns out that the scout Evdokia walked on a razor's edge! Judge for yourself: the older sister's husband is a partisan commander who was shot, her own husband beats the Germans at the front, and Raya's younger sister is also fighting there. When our units were retreating from the village, she ran out to see them off with her three-year-old daughter Maya and everyone saw her! Grandpa Grisha and grandma Nina did not immediately understand the children's babble – the baby tried to pass them her mother's message. Just two words: gone to war! When the village was released, a letter came from the fugitive asking her to put flowers on the grave of her daughter Mayechka. They read it aloud, and the five-year-old daughter was already surprised: "what other grave?” But the mother had every reason to believe that the Nazis did not spare her child – she went to the front, and the family of volunteers did not stand on ceremony. Gostagai is called Anapa Khatyn for a reason! 134 residents of the village, mostly women and children, were brutally starved in the "soulhouse" with poison gas. They drove the living into it, and after 17 km of the way they dumped the dead into the pit. The Germans were in the village for a little more than a year - from August 30, 1942 to September 23, 1943. Just before the retreat, when there was heavy fighting on the so-called "Blue line", the invaders took 40 children aged from one and a half to 13 years old to transfuse their blood to their wounded. All, without a trace! In total, during this terrible year, they tortured 198 people: 45 men, 86 women and 67 children. It's a miracle that Dusya managed to survive in this meat grinder! Another would not have tried her luck-she stayed at home to raise her son and wait for her husband from the front. But she was a soldier of the Red Army, its valuable personnel, intelligence officer, and the war is not over yet! Red army soldier Evdokia Fedorchenko was ordered to retreat with the Germans to the Crimea and, of course, fulfilled it. In 7 months, she managed to send home two letters, but only one, the last one, was preserved. 3 / III-44 g. Hello, dear dad, mom, Mura, Nadia and tadpoles: Bob, Alex, Eric, Maya, Dylan and Nina! I can't tell you how much I missed you. It's been four months since I left home, and it feels like forever. I wrote You another letter earlier, and I managed to write it again. How much I want to say to you, but I can't convey what I feel on paper. I can only say that I envy you - you are all together, and I am alone and in a foreign land, where it was easier to experience any conditions together with you, and here I live well financially, but how I experience morally - this you do not understand. And the hatred for the cursed enemy grows even stronger, the fists are clenched even more against these scoundrels who have destroyed our happy and joyful life, who have turned the land of the sun into a tomb. I have seen a lot during this time, and now I am burning with one desire: to finish off the enemy faster, to free our sacred land from these monsters, to allow the people to breathe freely. I ask you to help restore the national economy in every way, it's spring - I remember our garden, I want to help you, but this year I can't help, and it seems that I would fall to the ground and scream and kiss my land, even if I could see a piece of my homeland, no matter how good it is here, and where I was born and grew up is the most precious thing. ... Don't worry about me, I live well, I just miss you, but the time will come - see you, we will rejoice together in our victory over the enemy. I don't think I'll get anything from you, but I'll write if I can, but don't write yet, because I think we'll change the address soon. I'd love to hear a word from you. How is everyone's health? How I worry that it's spring, and Eric is naked and barefoot, and I can't do anything, even though I have the opportunity... I siss all of you and give you a big hug. Teach Eric a little, I'm sick that it's time to send him to school, and you have a whole nursery there. Let's hope to see you soon. I kiss you again and wish you happiness. Pray for my success and for my life!” Martyr for the Fatherland Military censorship almost completely blotted out the paragraph from it, considering secret information about fellow countrymen whom the intelligence officer accidentally encountered in the Crimea. But one of them gave her to the enemy, given that the letter is dated March 3, 1944, and she died on the 19th. Someone I know, according to the uncrossed fragments, came with one woman and left with another, and this other lives with her father and brother. Dusya has heard about someone, but doesn't know about someone. And she also reports that "once met" a man who " shoemakers, he is everywhere at home with his brothers and sisters, was with me. Here they are..." one of these people have betrayed her? To make out the names smeared with ink, you need special expertise. But Dusya's parents had already guessed who they were talking about, even though they kept the knowledge to themselves. After all, the truth about it was not declassified, for the feat was not awarded. And people are different: they will not believe that a scout, they will say-a traitor. Dusya's son Eric died after getting into a fight with a scoundrel who insulted the memory of his mother. And after the grandson, one by one, Evdokia's parents died out: her mother's heart failed, and a month later her father left. They were a rare breed of lovebirds who don't live without each other. And they both had wonderful voices, like birds. In his youth, my great-grandfather sang in the Church choir. So, with faith in his heart, he served in combat in Ashgabat and Tehran, and then won the first world war on the Caucasian front, saving Armenians during the days of the massacre near Erzerum. His faith ended in 1918, having failed the test of a Bolshevik concentration camp for Cossacks. To the madness of the brave, how many nameless Alexander Matrosovs covered the embrasure of the pillbox with their Breasts! How many Victor Talalikhins went to fight in the sky, and Nikolaev Gastello died on the ground, sending the downed planes into the thick of enemy equipment! We will never know the names of all the heroes worthy of the Star, but we can try to save from oblivion at least some of them whose story still lives in the family archives.

Volyntseva Klavdiya Vasilyevna_x000D_ _x000D_ Branch of the armed forces: signal Troops. Participant of the great Patriotic war. Claudia V. Volyntseva was born and lived all his life in the village Ligovo. Her mother was illiterate, but smart and economic woman, she worked on a collective farm and was engaged in raising children. My father, on the other hand, was a very educated man and held a leading position on the collective farm. Klavdia Vasilyevna followed in his footsteps, starting to work in the district Committee, later she worked at the plant of electronic devices and at the district consumer service plant. In 1942, she was called to the front and assigned as a radio operator in the Smolensk division. She had a very fine ear: because of this peculiarity, she sometimes had to work outside of her shift on the orders of the management team. By the way, after the announcement of the victory over Nazi Germany, Claudia Vasilyevna was not in a hurry to let go home, it was even about sending her to Japan, but in the end she still returned to her native village. Unfortunately, now Klavdia Vasilyevna hears very poorly-several strokes and a heart attack affected her. A long time ago, Claudia Vasilyevna allowed her medals and orders to be used as props in a theatrical production, but they were not returned to her. After the war, Claudia Vasilyevna married an officer, but their family life did not work out, they separated. She later remarried: the spouse, by the way, was also a second marriage. The result of a happy married life is five smart, caring children. Claudia Vasilyevna was awarded the honorary title "Mother heroine".

Vinichenko (Menshova) Evdokia Sergeevna_x000D_ _x000D_ Rank: Senior Sergeant Branch of the armed forces: signal troops Vinichenko (Menshova nee) Evdokia Sergeevna was born on February 23, 1922 in the village of Durnikino in the Romanovsky district of the Saratov region in the family of a worker.Father and mother moved to Mozhaisk district (Pushkino)Moscow region. In 1939, she joined the Moscow electrical insulation plant as a worker. In 1942,the factory was evacuated to Siberia, after which my grandmother was transferred to the Klara Zetkin factory, where she worked as a worker before being drafted into the army.From this factory, workers were attracted to the construction of defensive lines near Moscow. In may 1942, she was drafted into the Red Army by the Molotov district military Commissariat of Moscow.Since may 1942.until the end of June 1942, she served as an ordinary red army soldier as a telephone operator in the First separate reserve linear communications regiment.In June 1942, she was sent to the front in the 160th separate communications company of the 263rd aviation division, where she retrained as a radiotelegraph operator. For the successful fighting at the front in the Great Onion 263-I air division was transformed into the First guards bomber aviation division ,and the 160th separate company connection converted to 11 guards separate company of communication where Evdokiya Sergeevna was radio telegraphist 2nd class in the rank of guards Sergeant. In combat operations, she took part in the First guards bomber aviation division of the 11th guards separate communications company on the Kalinin front until January 1943, on the Volkhov front from January 1943 to February 22, 1943,and from February 23, 1943. until March 16, 1943.on the North-Western front, from April 1, 1943 to August 1, 1943.on the Voronezh front, from October 1943. until June 1944. on the Second Ukrainian front, from July 1944. and until the end of the war with Germany on the First Ukrainian front. Since June 15, 1945it was part of the troops of the Central group of Soviet troops in Germany, and then in Austria. In October 1945, she was discharged from the army with the rank of guard senior Sergeant. On October 13, 1945, she married Ivan V. Vinichenko(my grandfather). For conscientious performance of combat missions to ensure radio communication with bomber aircraft that struck enemy troops, she repeatedly received commendations from the command ,and on March 8, 1945, by order of the commander of the First bomber aviation division, she was awarded the medal "for military merit".Later, she was awarded many more medals. After being discharged from the army, she raised and raised her children, and then periodically took care of her grandchildren. Since April 1978.she was retired. In 2010.pass away...

Vergeleken Elena Vladimirovna_x000D_ _x000D_ Rank: Lieutenant of the medical service. Paramedic of the regimental medical center. Branch of service: army, air force (except marine aviation), the coast guard, the troops of the NKVD border troops. Division: 250th rifle Bobruisk red banner order of Suvorov division. 790 red banner order of Alexander Nevsky artillery regiment. After the liberation of the Kalinin region, our 250 SD was transferred to the North-Western front near Vatolino. The so-called local battles were fought here. The battles for Vatolino were inconclusive. There were heavy losses in manpower. At that time, the artillery regiment was not very good with shells, and tanks often remained on the battlefield, as the terrain there is swampy and tanks got stuck there. At that time, I was a senior medical officer. I do not undertake to characterize myself and other doctors, but after every soldier killed, every tank that failed, there were tears in our eyes. Above us, the German "Rama" - a scout that recorded every movement of units-flew endlessly. The plane spotted them, and then immediately began a mortar attack. So, in June, the commander of the 916 SP battalion Zharmukhanov came under mortar fire, a shell tore off his head. Regimental intelligence went to the rear of the enemy for the "language". But it was not easy to do this: the barbed wire in front of the German trenches, you hit it and hung on it empty cans made a deafening noise. They often had to return empty-handed, for which the division commander called them "empty-handed" out of spite. One day, the intelligence service, returning from a mission, ran into a minefield. As I bandaged the wounded, I heard a groan nearby. It was getting light, but I managed to crawl up to the wounded man. The blast had thrown him to the side, and he was fainting from the loss of blood, his severed arm hanging by a tiny piece of muscle. I had to cut off the dangling arm with scissors. After putting on a bandage, I helped him crawl back to his trenches, and then sent all the wounded in a gig to the medical unit. In doing our job of helping the wounded, we often forgot about the dangers that threatened us. Once, during a lull, tired, I sat down on a stump in a copse and did not hear major Nikitin N. N. approach me. "Well, soldier, did you hear that?" he asked, and suddenly bent my head low with his hands. At that moment, a shell exploded nearby, and one of the fragments screeched over my head. If the Commissar hadn't bent my head in time, I would have been lying on that field! It was hard to see and experience the death of the Commissar of the regiment shachnev Pyotr Andreevich in the battle for d. Monakovo in August 1942. In the battles for the liberation of Belarus, I was shell-shocked. Once in Moscow, a man came up to me at the train station, named our unit, and asked: "Are You Lena? "Yes," I said. He called himself a Buffoon, kissed my hand, and said: "You saved me, I remember You." It was a pleasant meeting, and I also want to say to everyone who remembers us, doctors, and our humble friends: "Be healthy! Thank you, dear!"

Volokhova Nina Andreyevna_x000D_ _x000D_ My grandmother Volokhova (Aleynikova) Nina Andreyevna was born on July 9, 1924 in the village of Simontovka in the Mglinsky district of the Bryansk region. Her father died before her grandmother was even born. My grandmother's mother, Fekla, did not marry for a long time. However, the parents of the deceased husband insisted on marriage, and the grandmother's mother married Sergey Denisenko , a young, handsome, educated miner and Baptist priest. After a while, four more girls and a boy were born in the new family, so it was decided to send little Nina to a neighboring village to be raised by her own grandparents, the parents of her own father. Grandfather and Baba, themselves being uneducated, did not particularly follow the fact that little Nina went to school, especially not particularly followed her progress and behavior. So Nina eventually dropped out of school, which was four kilometers away through the woods, finishing only four classes, and spent all her free time on her own. This course of events could not suit her stepfather-an intelligent, well-read, respected man. By the way, Nina's grandfather and grandmother did not want to hear about her parents taking her home, so my little grandmother's parents had to literally steal her away. The stepfather accepted Nina as his own child. I spent a lot of time studying the school curriculum with her, almost re-teaching her to read and write. Gradually, life returned to its former course, the grandmother began to go to school again, the younger sisters and brother grew up in a young family, and even the grandfather and the woman accepted the fact that Nina returned to her parents. However, evil fate did not want to leave the young family alone, and a black cloud once again hung over the Denisenko family. The Bolshevik authorities did not like the young, educated, ambitious Baptist priest, and one warm may evening the "black funnel" appeared outside the window... the Head of the family had just returned home after a shift at the mine - hungry, tired, not even having time to wash off the coal dust that had stuck to him during the day. The NKVD officers did not even let him change his clothes or take some things, they took him away in front of his crying wife and children, saying: "Don't cry, your folder will come back." He didn't come back. It would seem that this family has had enough trials, it's time to leave it alone, but then the war began. My grandmother, as the oldest, worked with her mother on the collective farm to get food on the cards for the younger ones, which was still not enough, so everything went into the food-rotten and frozen vegetables, potato peels, everything that could be cooked and eaten. In August 1941, the village of Simontovka was occupied by the Germans and together with the occupation began the most difficult and tragic days. During the day, the Germans and local policemen who helped them worked in the village-they shot, robbed, and stole women and children to Germany. At night, they were replaced by partisans-they also robbed, taking away those products that the Germans could not find. In the summer of 1942, my grandmother, among other women and children of her village, was sent to a concentration camp in Germany. Initially, the Germans also tried to send her younger sister Dina, who was three years younger than her grandmother, but at the last moment they left Dina because they decided that her mother would not be able to feed her four small children alone. So began three terrible long years of my grandmother's captivity. The camp was called Wiltsburg, it was located in the city of Stettin, it was a transit and sorting camp. A favorite pastime of the Germans was to pour ice water on the bunks where prisoners slept, so when my grandmother was finally sent as a servant to the house of a German family after sorting, it was a kind of liberation. In a German family, my grandmother did all the housework: she worked in the garden, looked after the chickens and pigs, and looked after the children. Human memory tends to erase all bitter and hard memories, leaving only light and pleasant ones, so my grandmother could not say anything bad about this family years later. Thinking back to those terrible days, she remembered how the hostess often repeated: "Shtalin bad!". Then there are memories of how she was released in the spring of forty-five, when she and other girls like her were hiding in Berlin basements from Soviet bombing, how they were waiting for her to be finally sent Home, how they heard the salute of victory on may 9, 1945 and roared, thinking that it was war again. How they crossed the Oder river, full of corpses of Soviet and German soldiers, how they drove captured German black-and-white cows Home, how they returned to their native village, how they restored the destroyed country, hunger, labor… My grandmother lived a long and difficult life, reaching the age of 87. I hope she lived it happily.

Vagina Claudia Dorofeevna_x000D_ _x000D_ Rank: military medical Assistant Type of troops: Military medical staff Claudia dorofeevna Vagina, Lieutenant of the medical service, participant of combat battles on the Volkhov front. For two years, together with our soldiers, she stood at the walls of the legendary Leningrad, saving wounded and frostbitten soldiers in a medical reinforcement company in the 2nd Shock army. She was born in a simple peasant family with many children in d.Dorogino. When she finished school in 1938, she went to Kurgan on her own to enroll in medical school. 1941-the year of graduation from the medical school, which was later renamed the medical school. In the fall, Claudia was called to the military enlistment office, handed a summons. A day later, she is already in Yalutorovsk on medical courses for Junior command staff. They were sent to the front in heatballs only at the end of 1941. They did not know where they were taking them, and only before Cherepovets they announced the Volkhov front. Claudia falls into the 2nd Shock army of the 59th rifle brigade in the medical reinforcement company. The tent has only 16 beds. I had to give first aid to a German officer who was bleeding profusely from a severed hand, " recalls Claudia Dorofeevna. - The commander called me, ordered. Our scouts brought him on a raincoat-tent, he was unconscious. I used the knowledge that I once had in medical school, and I made a bandage for him. The officer came to, opened his eyes. And I'm staring at him because it's the first time I've seen a German! And not just a German, but an enemy! He said something barely audible to me in his own language, kind of thanked me, we studied German at school and it was an a, and I turned away and left the tent." She was accepted into the party at the front. It was in 1943. She considers the most valuable award to be the medal "Defender of Leningrad" and "for the defense of Leningrad".